Please post humorous antics of your favorite pet and there antics in amongst our Holiday Seasons.
Please post humorous antics of your favorite pet and there antics in amongst our Holiday Seasons.
Last edited by Nflight; 12-14-2007 at 07:25 PM. Reason: swapped pictures
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…Pursuit is always hard, capturing is really not the focus, it’s the hunt ...
I like cats with barbeque sauce - Just joking, I've never really cared for cat with barbeque sauce.
Actually, I've always found it oddly curious that we have taken some of our world's premier mammilian predatory carnivours and turned them into pets we consider cute and cuddly (cats and dogs).
I have 2 cats and a dog... We tried having a Christmas tree a few times, but the cats knock all the ornaments off the tree and the dog chews up the presents... It's just not worth it. If I want to see a Christmas tree, then the wife and I can go to our parents houses... And we may even get a free dinner out of it.![]()
My family used to have a Siamese cat that would walk up to the shiny ornaments, and swat at *herself*... that would get annoying! but it was really funny to watch as a kid lol.
now we have a 2.5 year old dog that is a little hyper, and if he gets too excited, he will go running by the tree, and knock off the ornaments.
Our cat would do more than swat at his refection. He'd calmly stare at it for a few minute and then knock the 'intruder' half way across the room.
The dog took great joy in 'helping' to wrap the presents - and then to spend moments unwrapping them. She would even hunt them out in hiding places if necessary to unwrap them for you.
We now have a small tree on a table the cat knows is totally off limits - and has no shiny ornaments to tempt him if the urge overcomes his sensibility.
We no longer wrap presents, so the dog has no desire to hunt her prey ...
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Some videos for entertainment:
Exercise your cat: http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1460100&cache=1
Sleeping Cat: http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1536003&cache=1
Challenge me, or correct me, but don't ask me to die quietly.
…Pursuit is always hard, capturing is really not the focus, it’s the hunt ...
We had a 16 lb. Male Maine Coon Cat. He would crouch behind a chair and peek at us while we opened presents (we had him trained).
Prior to Xmas when we started to stack up presents, he would creep over to the tree, and camp out under it, barricaded by presents.He would find a spot where he could look out into the room, and just lay there.
Back to the Tale (heh..heh). So there he was, the great hunter. Poised and alert next to the couch. Waiting for his PREY!!! During the course of unwrapping presents, of course we had to remove the Bows. These were thrown down the hallway.
BAM ZOOM!! There went the Great Hunter after his PREY!! He would Pounce, Bat, Scuffle and finally bring the "Body" back and lay it at our feet.
"Look what I caught Dad!!"
He would do this as long as we had the energy to throw the Bows (or any ball of wrapping paper). He was our little 16 lb. Golden Retriver..."RugRat"
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The cat I had was a Maine Coon Cat probably crossed with a Canadian Lynx (momma was off a working farm in NH and roamed freely). At his full growth, he was over 50 pounds (23 kilos) - and it wasn't fat; had ear tufts and 'cheek patches'. I could lay my hand between his ears - and not touch ear!
Fabricati Diem, Pvnk
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WOW !! That's a big cat...
"RugRat" spent most days outside hunting in the neighborhood. He came home around dusk. I think at his biggest he got up to around 22 lbs. But he stayed around 16-19 lbs most of the time.
We put a bell on his collar, and we could hear him coming from down the block (when he did not want to be "heard", he would trap the bell between his chin and chest (Sneaky little weasel).
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